Pitbulls In a Skirt 2

by Mikal Malone

  “We knew that shit would be easy! I think we need to ask Heath for more.”

  “We gettin’ more?”

  “Yeah. I’m talking about ten thousand dollars worth.”

  “We ain’t got enough,” Nicholas says raising his eyebrows.

  “We gonna ask him to front us. If he give it to us, we’ll get about twenty off it. You saw how quick we moved this shit.”

  “Damn…if we move that, I’ma buy some pussy wit’ my cut!”

  “Nigga, why is you buyin’, pussy? That shit don’t make no sense to me!” Lil’ C, says tucking some of his money under the bed, while putting the rest in his pocket. “I don’t pay a bitch shit but attention.”

  “Come on, man. You mean to tell me you wouldn’t pay fat Charlotte to fuck?”

  “White girl Charlotte? Wit’ the Buffy The Body ass?” Nicholas nods and smiles.

  “Nigga, I already fucked that bitch!”

  “No you didn’t!” he responds eyes wide open.

  “You don’t believe me?” Lil’ C says picking up his cell phone.

  “Naw! You woulda told me that shit already.”

  “First off I don’t tell niggas every time I fuck a bitch. I leave that shit to ya’ll fools. But for the sake of clarification, watch this.”

  Lil’ C dials Charlotte’s number and waits. He places the call on speaker.

  “Cameron? Is that you?”

  “Yeah, shawty. How you know it was me?”

  “I recognize the number.” Lil’ C winks at Nicholas already feeling he’d won. “Why haven’t you called me? It’s like you hit and ran. Did I do something wrong?”

  “Naw, shawty,” he says looking at Nicholas. “I just been busy. You know I couldn’t forget a bad ass bitch like you. But when you gonna let me feel that again?”

  “You can get this any time you want. Just say the word.”

  “Word,” Cameron said coolly. She giggles.

  “Aight, mami. I just wanted to hit you to let you know I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you. I’ma rap to you lata.” When he hangs up he looks at Nicholas.

  “Now what, nigga?”

  “Yo, you the man for real!” Nicholas responds.

  “I told you I ain’t gotta do shit to impress these bitches but say my name.”

  “If that’s true…why you bein’ faithful to Lani?”

  “Cause that’s my Bonnie and I know when it comes down to it, she got my back.”

  “She seems like she don’t take shit. She reminds me of your moms.”

  Lil’ C laces up his new Gucci sneakers and thinks about what he said.

  “Damn, you may be right. But I ain’t tryin’ to fuck my moms, nigga!”

  “What?” He laughs. You takin’ shit too far. I’m just sayin’, Lani spunky as shit.”

  “Yeah…but I fucks wit’ her. Sometimes I just have to shake her up cause she be violatin’ my privacy. But I’ma keep her ‘round though.

  “You tell your peoples ‘bout the baby yet?”

  “Naw…I’ma rap to my pops when he scoop me up later today. And I’ma tell my mother when I get back.”

  “How you think they gonna take it?”

  “All I know is I need to stack more paper since I got a kid on the way.”

  “What is you talkin’ bout son? Your moms and pops both paid!”

  “That’s they money. That ain’t got shit to do wit’ me.”

  “Yeah whatever,” Nicholas says picking up one of Lil’ C’s diamond watches that his mother bought for him. “All I know is…you livin’ way better than a nigga like me.”

  “You lookin’ at bullshit,” Lil’ C responds taking his watch from his hands and putting it on. “But on everything, I want in the game for real. I’m not tryin’ to be peddlin’ no bullshit at school forever. I’m tryin’ to be like my pops. I want the money, power and respect. Not to mention, my mother gettin’ shot fucked me up. She needs me more than she thinks she does.”

  “We gonna have the money, power and respect, B,” Nicholas says squeezing his money stack. “If we keep fuckin’ wit’ them niggas from Unit B, we gonna have everything.”

  “That shit gonna do us good right now, but I want big money. And when it’s my time…I want Emerald.”

  “You think your moms would let that shit happen?”

  “I know she will but only when I’m ready. And I’ma prove to her that I am.”

  Cameron

  “That nigga just don’t know how to handle you.”

  Cameron hands the keys to his blue Mercedes CLS 500 to the valet attendant at Mercedes’s luxurious high rise at the National Harbor. Taking the elevator up to her floor, he battles with his feelings for his ex. Now that he’d unleashed the beast in Black Water, he knew there was no backing out. Although years had passed since he and Mercedes ended the relationship, he still felt like she was his and was having second thoughts about killing her. When he learned she was shot, he almost lost his mind.

  Once he arrives to her door, he hesitates and quietly listens.

  “Please stop fussin’ over me, Derrick,” Mercedes says. “I’m not dying!”

  Sucka ass nigga. Cameron thinks.

  “Mercedes, just sit back and let me take care of you while I can. You know I have to head back to Emerald in a minute anyway.”

  “Well I’ll be glad when you get outta here,” she laughs. “You actin’ like I have cancer. Is Lil’ C ready yet? Cameron gonna be here in a minute to pick him back up.”

  “I hear you, ma. I was just kickin’ it wit’ Nicholas.” Lil’ C, says entering the room. “Should I wear my diamond watch or my Movado?”

  “You already iced out wit’ the chain, you should rock the Movado,” Derrick says.

  “You right, pop,” Lil’ C responds. “How you feelin’ ma?”

  “I’m good, son. Don’t worry. It was just a flesh wound.”

  “I’ma fuck somebody up if they hurt you again.”

  “Lil’ C! Don’t curse around me.”

  “I’m a man, ma. You gotta remember that.”

  “Well start by learning to respect your mother, son,” Derrick says.

  “I know, pops, but I’m serious. What I look like lettin’ somebody hurt her?”

  “Lil’ C, not right now. You have company,” Mercedes replies.

  Hearing Lil’ C refer to Derrick as pop enrages Cameron and he bangs at the door.

  “What the fuck?” Derrick responds as he reaches for his Glock. Walking up to the in home security monitor, he sees Cameron on the screen with an irritated look on his face. “It’s Cameron,” he says putting his weapon in the back of his jeans.

  Derrick wants to say something negative about Cameron, but decides against it because Lil’ C is present. Instead he opens the door and walks away.

  “What’s up, dad!” Lil’ C yelled giving him a manly handshake. “Check out my Movado joint! Pop bought it for me.”

  The room got silent as Lil’ C brought to attention what got Cameron angry.

  “Did this nigga tell you to call him pop?” Although he’s talking to his son, his eyes remain on Derrick.

  “Naw, dad. It ain’t even like that.”

  “Well listen…this nigga not your pops,” he says pointing at Derrick. “You got one pop and that’s me. I don’t ever wanna hear you call another nigga pop again.”

  Lil’ C embarrassed, looks at his friend Nicholas and then at Derrick.

  “I got you, dad,” he says.

  “Cameron, don’t act ignorant. You actin’ like some jealous ass lover!”

  “Aye, Cameron, I’m out,” Nicholas says. “I’ma get up wit’ you lada, man.”

  “Aight, man. I’ma hit you,” Lil’ C responds giving him dap.

  “Lada, Big C,” he says to Cameron.

  “Lada, slim,” he replies as he waits for him to leave. The moment he does he relives the issue. “A jealous ass lover? Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout, Mercedes? I don’t want my kid callin’ another nigga pops. Just cause you suckin�
�� this nigga’s dick don’t mean he can take my family too. Whether you believe it or not, some shit is off limits.”

  “Baby, I’ma check on things back at, Emerald. If you need me call me.” He ignores Cameron. He was calm and poise and his brush off, angers Cameron further.

  “Don’t worry, dude. She gone be fine,” Cameron affirms.

  “I’m talkin’ to my peoples, C. I ain’t got no beef with you and I understand that Lil’ C is your responsibility even though I love him like my own. But when it comes to this woman, her welfare is all mines.”

  Cameron smirks and says, “You can have her.”

  “I’ll take that,” he nods.

  Whenever Derrick wanted to unleash on Cameron in the past, he placed himself in his shoes. It would be tough for anybody to lose a dime like Mercedes.

  “Okay, pops,” Mercedes says to Derrick as she places a juicy wet kiss on his lips. She was trying to get Cameron livid and it was working. “Keep me posted on Emerald.”

  “You got that,” he winks. “Just rest up and don’t worry. Lil’ C I’ma get up wit’ you later, homie.” Cameron watches him until he disappears.

  “Lil’ C, go wait in the car. Let me talk to your mother for a minute.”

  “Aight, dad.”

  When he’s gone he utters, “How you feelin’?”

  “Cameron please,” she retorts gripping the covers tightly over her body. “Like you give a fuck.”

  “You know I give a fuck. And why I have to hear from somebody else that you got shot? You still my kid’s mother.”

  Mercedes looks at him and rolls her eyes. As much as she can’t stand Cameron, she still has some feelings for him. And at one point, she was going to marry him.

  “Where my daughters?”

  “At my mothers.”

  “Good. Now stop ignorin’ the question.”

  “I don’t know why I ain’t tell you,” she shrugs.

  “Is Emerald under control?”

  “Yeah. I know you heard that some niggas ran up in City, but we met wit’ everybody last night and changed the game up a little. A lot of shit is changin’.”

  “Like what?” he asks sitting next to her.

  “You know I can’t tell you that, Cameron.”

  The scent of his I Am King cologne by Sean Combs was driving her mad. He cut his curly hair down a little but it still did wonders against his chocolate skin.

  “I’m your kid’s father. You can tell me anything. You know I’d never betray you. I don’t care what we going through.”

  “But you did betray me, Cameron. Remember? You let Thick convince you to dump me after you promised nothing could break our bond,” her voice shakes a little as she relives the pain of his betrayal.

  “You trust your fiancé?”

  “Wit’ my life.”

  “Don’t make me hurt you.” The room grew quiet. “How you gonna marry a nigga when you still in love wit’ me?”

  “W…what? Where did that come from?” She looks away briefly.

  “Stop playin’ games. You want me and I want you. The quicker you realize it the better off you’ll be. You need me to protect you.”

  “How come lately you been actin’ like bein’ wit’ you will save my life? What are you…my savior?”

  “You can say that.”

  “Well save yourself because Derrick is the only man for me.” He was about to dispute Derrick’s love when she yells in pain.

  “Oouuuuch!” she says holding the arm the bullet entered.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks touching her leg lightly.

  “Nothin’…just hand me my medicine right there. And some water out the fridge.” When he returns, she takes the Vicoden she got from old lady Faye and says, “Thank you, Nurse Betty.”

  “I’ll be that,” he winks.

  Cameron can feel the sexual tension between them and her seductive glance encourages him. So he kisses her softly on the lips suckling her bottom one. Her stomach flutters and he runs his tongue in and out her mouth before licking the side of her neck.

  “Cameron, don’t make me do this. Please. Let me be happy,” she begs.

  “I’m gonna make you happy right now. Worry bout the other shit later.”

  “But Lil’ C outside.”

  He knew he had her when her argument was no longer whether or not they should do it, but that they take care in not getting caught.

  “He fine. Now let me taste that pussy again. That’s all I wanna do.” She tried to resist. “On everything I just want to taste you again. After that I’ll leave,” he says palming her breasts.

  Before she can refuse, he moves the covers, lifts her nightgown and drops to his knees. He stares at her pink wet pussy. To his surprise she isn’t wearing panties.

  “Damn…she still pretty,” he affirms licking his lips. He was about to lick her when Derrick enters his mind. Frowning he looks up at her and asks, “you been wit’ him today?”

  “No…he didn’t wanna hurt me,” she says as her legs shakes in anticipation of his warm tongue.

  “That nigga just don’t know how to handle you.” He runs his warm tongue in and around her pussy and her familiar juices arouse him. “Damn I miss this pussy!”

  As he licks her wetness, his mind wanders on their past. He remembers the look on her face when she told him she was pregnant and that it was a boy. He reflects on how she told him while making love that she would rather die than live without him. He even thinks about her smile when he bought her first candy apple red Mercedes. He misses their life together and he wants her back.

  “This shit feels so good, Cameron!” she says as she selfishly enjoys his affections.

  Grabbing the back of his head she grinds into his face. Cameron remembers that Mercedes never could say no to getting her pussy ate. If she had it her way, she’d choose it over fucking every time.

  “Mmmmmmmmmm! Damn, Cameron, you eatin’ this pussy good as shit!” she cheers.

  Suddenly tasting her isn’t enough. In his mind he’d be a fool not to try to go further. If she gave him the pussy he’d know he’d have her forever. Cameron carefully lays her down to avoid hurting her arm and removes his pants and boxers. And when she’s flat on her back, he eases into her slowly. A light smile spreads across his face when he notices her pussy still grips his dick. Apparently Derrick wasn’t beating the pussy as hard as she claimed. Cameron was stroking her box like a first class massage therapist. And before he knows it, the look on her face shows him she’s about to cum.

  “Awwwww….I’m cummin’ Cameron,” she moans. “Don’t stop I’m about to cum.” When she does, Cameron releases himself into her to spite Derrick and her eyes widen. “Why didn’t you pull out?”

  “Cause that pussy still mine,” he says.

  Now guilt overcomes Mercedes and the sense of winning lifts Cameron. Silence stays between them as he returns from the bathroom with a wet cloth.

  “Open up, baby,” he says.

  She complies and allows him to wipe his semen from her body before using the same cloth to clean himself. When he’s done he puts the washcloth on the table.

  Taking a deep breath he says, “Look…I know you fucked up right now, but you not supposed to be wit’ that nigga anyway. It’s been two years and you love me just like I love you. If it wasn’t true we would not have fucked. So I’ma give you some time to break shit off wit’ him before somebody gets hurt, Mercedes. Cuz I don’t know how much longer I’ma let this shit go on. Hear me and hear me good…end the relationship. And I’ma call you later. Aight?”

  Mercedes nods in agreement just so he would leave. She wants and needs to be alone. Cameron on the other hand, glides to his car. He knows if nothing else that her and Derrick’s relationship is permanently damaged.

  Kenyetta

  “You feelin’ that liquor too much today!”

  Yvette and I decide to walk around Emerald to see if everything is in order a week after our city was raided. And although we know they are still hidin
g behind our walls, we made it virtually impossible for them to make another move.

  With five buildings in Emerald City and twelve floors in each of them, we created a vicious plan. There were now two armed soldiers on each floor on the opposite ends in every building. They acted as security and monitored the comings and goings of everyone. If something seemed out of line, they’d deal with it immediately. We didn’t stop there. We also made sure we had two men in the front and back of every unit. Even the guard’s station had two men manning the post at all times. In total, there were 150 armed men in Emerald at all times. Yeah we had shit on lock.

  “So what’s up wit’ you, Yvette? You seem different?” I ask as we walk back to Unit C. Her hair hung down her back in a tight ponytail and she wasn’t wearing earrings or makeup. She was also sporting a heavy black ski coat and baggy blue sweatpants.

  Yvette looks down and drops her head. And when I look closer, I see tears streaming down her face. In all my years of knowing Yvette I saw her cry twice…once at Stacia and Dex’s funeral and the other time when Thick broke her heart.

  “Yeah…somethin’s on my mind and I don’t know how you’ll take it.”

  “You know you can say anything to me.”

  Before she says anything Carissa walks up the steps and sits down next to us.

  “Everything at the gate’s cool. I don’t care what ya’ll say though. I can’t stand Harold and Ed’s asses,” Carissa gabs. I look at her funny hoping she’d get the clue and leave but it doesn’t work.

  “What? Is this a private conversation or somethin’? What we keepin’ secrets now?” She sips from her blue Dallas Cowboy’s cup filled with vodka.

  Yvette sighs and says, “I was just tellin’ Kenyetta that somethin’ has been on my mind lately. I’m seein’ somebody who’s different than anyone I’ve ever seen before.”

  “Anybody you’d be with would be different. You been with Thick all your life,” Carissa responds. Lately she was drinking too much.